My resolve is strong, I will make it five minutes (well, maybe ten) and drive to said store.

Headache pounds on the front of my skull.

“That won’t do you any good. You’re just a measly sinus headache. Toast! That’s what you’ll be.”

Eyes water, nose runs, Headache is joyful. It’s as if it says ‘See, I can affect all your senses.”

“Ah, no you don’t. You can’t effect my sense of self preservation.”

I screech to a halt, fling myself out the car door, and run into the store ignoring the stares from patrons and clerks. I reach for my precious Springtime remedy. “Curses! They’re out. The suffering populace has beaten me to it.”

Headache rolls around my noggin, laughing.

I hang my head, supporting the pathetic thing in my hands.

“Never fear, dear lady.” A kind, young clerk says. “I’ve yet to restock the shelf. Here is the first bottle of the new shipment.”

I open the refrigerated unit and select a bottle of water, strip off the safety seal and rip off the cap. “Take this you insipid cur.” A couple of capsules, a swig of liquid. “Just wait, you primaveral fiend, twenty minutes and you’re gone.”

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Damyanti Biswas is an author, blogger, animal-lover, spiritualist. Her work is represented by Ed Wilson from the Johnson & Alcock agency. When not pottering about with her plants or her aquariums, you can find her nose deep in a book, or baking up a storm.